Monday, May 14, 2012

Dear Jesus, Who am I, God? Woman, thou art loosed! Words of love, between you and I, “Intimacy, East of Eden.” The language of letting go, the secret language of dreams: absolute surrender, an invitation to friendship, day by day. The sacred romance. Love-in the time of cholera

From the prompt at rhymes with tao (which I did not submit because I could not find the cord to my camera!)

I had the kids do it too and I think theirs are better.

Here's Annika's (7):

I see a picnicand how my mom stolethe lightning and lady with man,oh, he and she and I see my math book.Now that'ssomething I don't want to see!